When we got home from camp last Friday, little did I know my eldest child was already forming a plan in his head about staying with my in-laws.....for another couple of weeks. He asked me while we were swimming in the pool, "Mom, I don't want to go back to Palatka yet." I will admit to having the thought, "One less child at home......hhhhmmmm?" But I told Michael, "I will need to discuss this with your grandparents and your father before I say yes."
We went over the pros and cons and in the end, decided it would be good for him to stay. After all, we will be back down soon enough.
Now that we are home......I'm having a rough time with it. I talked to Michael yesterday and the first thing he says to me is, "Mom, I'm not homesick yet." I'm thinking, "Great....here I am feeling like I'm mourning the loss of my firstborn and he's not even thinking he misses me." Reminds me of someone else I know......me. I was always up for new adventures as a child. Cruel irony is being played out right now. Michael and I are so much alike, it's scary. He is king of drama, which I NEVER was.....my mom would beg to differ. Red hair, freckles, fair skin......the force is strong in that one. He is my son. My only son. He's my bud. I miss him. Our family is incomplete without him here. The dynamic in our house has changed and I'm not happy about it. I am glad that he is not bored there like he is here. Not much to do around these parts. At least he can swim and play with his boy cousin at Grandma's. I'm a so proud of Michael. On Sunday, he invited the neighbor boy to church and he came! That's my little evangelist!
I'm counting the days until I can see him again.